When There Is No Peril In The

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

It Is The Guilt, Not The Scaffold, Which Constitutes The Shame.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

He Who Is Hated By All Can Not Expect To Live Long.